Given a choice, to die for the nation, I don’t think I would. I would love to see my nation as the world’s best. I don’t know how far I would contribute for it. Because I’ve never understood the whims and fancies of being number one, I’ve always believed in being unique and that, as a nation, we already are.
I am not corrupt. Not yet. I don’t think I would be. It takes too much of planning and plotting and lying for things that has to be done in a crooked way – I can’t. I am way too lazy. I prefer doing things for a cleaner and safer neighborhood than a richer glitzy me. From a professional point of view, I think I am an Earth person.
I love the rich colors in our flag and the deeper meaning of it. I love our national anthem. I love it even more when shubha mudgal sings it. Also, the medley, they play before the movies (though I’ve always wondered why they play it then.)
I love our culture – colorful, vibrant, loud and happy. I want to explore and experience various cultures and know more of what happens where in our country.
My heart aches to read the numbers that die due to natural calamities or disasters created by brainless religious fanatics. The only thought that has always come to my mind during flag hoisting is about the people who’ve made our nation their first priority, because of whom we feel safe and secure. The people who would chose to die for our country just because some fools still can’t stop playing with guns and ammo’s and can’t stop being a pain in others ass.
Not once do I think of myself as a hardcore Indian. I don’t know why. Probably I would, when ‘m out in some other country, will I realize how desi I am. For now, I’m a people-earth person. And I like it that way.
Nevertheless, the feeling can always change.